To say that there's something
A song or a word or a wind
That there's something dragging through me
That there's a rhythm or a want or a maybe
For you inside of me
Afternoons with you are all discovery
and oaths and histories and maybes
There's the way you finish my smiles
There's something just around the bend
I catch your sleeve and you turn back to me
I see trees when I think of you
And a direction
And wonder if I can
and oaths and histories and maybes
There's the way you finish my smiles
There's something just around the bend
I catch your sleeve and you turn back to me
I see trees when I think of you
And a direction
And wonder if I can